Stop Putting It Off

My 11yo asked me to take him to the park again this weekend, but with moving, remodeling a house, and a book release, I told him “no” for the millionth time. I bent down for a box that was with a dozen other boxes in our living room that needed to go upstairs.

I looked up at him, and he gave me the same hang dog, sad, blue eyed, look he’d given me each o…